Текст песни belle and sebastian - Slow Graffiti
belle and sebastian - Slow Graffiti слова песни
There`s a portraitIn a back room,Which I keep for days upon, which I relentAnd gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some Imaginary friend. So how about it? Show me please how I will look in twenty yearsAnd let me please,Interpret history in every line and scar that`s painted There in front of me.It doesn`t matter what I`m thinkingWhat I tell myself to doI`ll end up calling.I stay in to defrost the fridgeNow the kid has gone to bedA feeling of dread.At least when she`s around the troubles there,It`s worse to wake up with her falling round the room.Listen Johnny; you`re like a motherTo the girl you`ve fallen for, And you`re still falling.Listen Johnny;You`re like a mother to the girl you`ve fallen for,And you`re still falling,And if they come tonightYou`ll roll up tight and take whatever`s coming to you next.